I think the two groups merged, but can't remember many details. The original cookies were plain, vanilla-like and had the Girl Scout emblem on them. There was one choice, and I think they were 50 cents a box! We camped at Wilson and swam at Paradise Plunge --a natural hot springs facility across the road from the camp. In 2005 my family revisited Camp Wilson. It looked so different. The big cabin where the ladies fixed us hot chocolate in the chilly mornings and where they cooked our meals was gone. (We had it rough!) Many happy memories of night campfires, singing and sa'mores! Not so pleasant-- the outhouses!

Yes, I remember one camping trip to Camp Wilson, we were camped by the creek, lots of mint growing around and I had one of the trusty Girl Scout mess kits. We gathered water from the creek and boiled it, (did they really allow each tent to have a fire?, I remember it that way) then added the mint to it and drank many a cup of mint tea, on the 3 or 4th day we took a hike up stream, only to find a dead sheep in the creek. YUK. I didn't get sick so we must have boiled the bacteria out.
The camp fires were great.
I'm singing right now-
This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine.

Oh you can't get to heaven, on roller skates, on roller skates, you'll roll right by, you'll roll right by those pearly gates. I ain't gonna grieve My Lord no more.

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
That's my name too.
Whenever I go out, the people always shout
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt da da da da da da da!
(repeat forever, softer)

Never could figure out why the Scoutmasters taught us such a nonsensical song.

Maybe they understood our maturity level.

Apropos of Wino's astute observation, I still like to sing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Smit." da, da, da, da, da, da...

You left off a " da ".

Also, you didn't spell his last name the same way as you did the first time.

That warn't me, although I can see why some might think it was, da, da, da, da, da, da...that's how I sing it.

I see Butch Cassidy went to that big Hole in the Wall today. Too bad. He was an interesting dude who gave a lot back.

I met him for about a nano-second in 1958 when my troop directed traffic at a charity bazaar at the Bel Aire Country Club in LA. Joanne Woodward was with him. He drove into the place in a neat two-seater sports car of some kind.

I'll bet the kids at his Hole in the Wall camp sing John Jacob Jingleheimer Smit too. Fun song.